Come On, What Does This Remind You Of?

Congratulations to Mr. Jeremy Masten for correctly naming "Knights of Cydonia" by Muse as the Sunday Song of the Day.

Since it appears that no one who reads this blog can tell me about "Agricultural Leadership/Leading Agriculture", I have been forced to move our discussion to other topics.

First, a hearty Running Down a Dream congratulations to Mr. Trey Watten on being drafted by the Milwaukee Brewers in the 7th Round of the First-Year Players Draft. In addition to his status as a dominating pitcher for my alma mater, Trey is also a proud member of Gamma Sigma Phi, and I think I speak for all past and current Gamma Sigs and Wildcats in wishing Trey the best of luck trying to make it to "The Show".

Second, the New York Times has a fantastic story today on the highs and lows of cuisine at all 30 major league stadiums. At the Ballpark, they give high marks to the prime rib buffet in the Diamond Club, which I'm sure that everyone frequents during their trips to see the Rangers battle, and low marks to "the pretzel dog". In the provided photo, the pretzel dog looks like a giant kolache, which, as anyone who has been through West, Texas, can tell you, is a great feat of culinary invention. In my opinion, they left out the best part of the Ballpark's menu, the garlic fries at numerous locations throughout the park, which are as enjoyable to eat as they are horrendous to smell.

At Minute Maid Park, the reviewers loved the fajitas from Rosa's Taqueria and loathed the superstar dog with cheese from Union Station. In a story that will shock absolutely no one, I had the superstar dog with cheese during my visit to the Juice Box a few weeks ago, and let me tell you, it may have tasted like a used Goodyear, but there is something fundamentally askew with someone that does not enjoy a frankfurter during a viewing of America's Pasttime.